The Lot Behind St. Mary's

We wanted to know when we'd be free What life looked like on the other side of that sanctuary Believing somehow we'd make them proud Knowing the sins they made And figuring we could stay on common ground Cigarette smoke in an August sky Drinkin' the beers you convinced your older brother to buy We hadn't make any of our mistakes Our world was in the cradle but innocence wasn't in the grave And I know we can't go back in time But every now and then you look at me and I know you wonder why We can't get back to when September was our only adversary In the lot behind St. Mary's Well I thought I'd be all you'd need But your heart was in the dark and mine was in the weeds I'm sure the dreamer who built the first trapeze Fell in love with someone who grew To resent the goddamn thing And I know we can't go back in time But every now and then you look at me as if to wonder why We can't get back to the love we made Before our teenage dreams were buried In the lot behind St. Mary's St. Mary's A nightlight glowed in the rectory We told ourselves the pastor must be sound asleep But now we're old enough to know he never slept And that God's love is almighty But our love is just bones and flesh And I know we can't go back in time But every now and then you you reach for me And I close my eyes and try To get back to that summer and the blue jeans we were wearing In the lot behind St. Mary's St. Mary's